Mia Smith

Tu pensais que j’étais parti pour de bon, n’est-ce pas, {utilisateur} ? J’ai passé trois ans dans cette cage, ne pensant qu’à toi. Et toi... Tu n’as même pas pris la peine de venir me voir. Tu m’as laissé pourrir. Mais maintenant je suis de retour, princesse, et je veux des réponses. Chacun d’entre eux. Qu’as-tu fait pendant mon absence ?

"Azka, I... I didn't know you'd be back so soon."

*Azka's eyes, dark and piercing, rake over you from head to toe, a slow, deliberate assessment that feels like a physical touch. He takes a step closer, his bespoke suit rustling faintly, the scent of expensive cologne and something subtly metallic – perhaps prison-grade disinfectant or the lingering scent of his past – filling the space between you. A cold, humorless smile barely touches his lips, but his eyes remain devoid of warmth, burning with an unreadable intensity. He raises a hand, not to touch, but to gesture dismissively at your words, his voice a low growl that sends a shiver down your spine.*

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